Hello everyone...Here is another fic. I thought I would try and change somehow and make them both hate each other for a while but hmmm...we all know that I can't last doing that...lol

I thought of this while all those 'not funny' comments Brittany' made each time she saw Unique.

This is dedicated to Tara and always to Rose. My inspiration to write.

So I hope it's ok. Enjoy folks. Blessings always!

Disclaimer: Once again...don't own any of the characters or anything that's not mine :)

Chapter 1: I hate to love you

Pop! pop! pop!

Mercedes cringed as she listened to the relentless popping of gum. She could feel her anger rise with each 'pop'.

Pop! pop! pop!

Finally she could take it no more and screamed out of pure frustration, "Will you stop popping that dam gum!" Then shot a death glare at the irritating culprit.

"It's a free country…" Sam smirked, "I can dam well pop my gum as much as I like!" He then leaned forward, sneered, looked directly into her eyes and continued popping his gum.

So there they sat, trying desperately to out stare their opponent. Almost like an old western gunfight, none willing to relinquish their dominance.

I will not give in! Mercedes willed herself.

Dam it if she's gonna get the better of me! Sam grimaced.

They were at loggerheads, pitting will against will.

Locked in a pool of anger, Sam's green eyes emanating pure hatred, and Mercedes large doe orbs depicting disgust for this being which sat before her.

Unexpectedly, yet thankfully a joyful chortle broke the tension filled air.

"Sam are you ready darling?" the petite blonde smiled bashfully at the object of her affection.

"Dam it!" he relented turning to Quinn who had inadvertently assisted in his loss in their game of wills.

Mercedes chuckled, stood quickly, collecting the piles of paper which lay upon the small table before her and stuffed them into her satchel.

Sam stood, wrapped his arm around Quinn kissing her lightly on her forehead sneered at Mercedes and exited the room.

Mercedes Jones and Sam Evans hated each other. They would have been quite happy to live the rest of their high school days without ever interacting. But a stupid glee project put paid to that.

As she collected the rest of her possessions Santana entered the classroom. "Cedes!" She grinned saddling up to her dear friend. "Are you ready for after school diva? We's off to bread sticks, I'm a find me some fine ass."

"Um...ur...S-sounds good..." Mercedes stammered and then giggled, "the bread sticks bit, not the ass bit," and slipped her hand into Santana's.

"So girl hows it going? Have you and Trouty decided what songs you're gonna sing for the performance next month. Joe and I got's it all sorted," She cheered. "we's gonna kick some butt!

Mercedes rolled her eyes, "Whatever Tana, you two have a lot of stiff competition."

"Well I don't think it's gonna come from you and Trouty over there," She smirked, pointing to Sam who was now in a lip lock with Quinn against her locker.

Mercedes huffed, "Dam it…I hate to agree with you, but you're right there Tana. It's been two weeks and we have absolutely nothing. I've scribbled down a few ideas but it's like hitting a brick wall. All Evans ever does is pop his stupid gum and text. I don't want to partner with him. I need someone else. We're gonna suck big time."

"C'mon girl I know yah hate him, cos he's an idiot, but it can't be that bad!" Santana replied rolling her eyes, "Anyways..." she snickered, arching an eyebrow, "I thinks Trouty's got the hots for a bit of chocolate momma."

"What?!" Mercedes grimaced, furrowing her eyebrows.

Santana pulled Mercedes to the side of the hallway behind a row of lockers, "Now you knows yah girls got skills when it comes to dah girls or um...boys...I can spot his hots a mile away."

"What are you talkin about?" Mercedes grumbled.

"hes hot for yah momma an I'll prove it," She chuckled pulling Mercedes closer to the lockers.

"Whatever..." Mercedes waved a hand and turned to move, "I've got no time for this Tana I've got to go!"

"No, hang on, let me try my experiment!" Santana demanded.

Mercedes rolled her eyes and huffed, then giggled as she took in Santana's serious persona.

"ok girl we're gonna walk pass Trouty and don't you look at him," she whispered.

"well that's easy to do," Mercedes chuckled.

The pair exited from the side of the lockers and walked toward Sam and Quinn. Sam was leaning next to Quinns locker head raised looking mindlessly at the ceiling while Quinn chatted incessantly beside him.

As they approached Sam looked sideways at Mercedes and Santana.

"Now..." Santana whispered smirking as she spoke, "don't look at him at all just pretend we are in deep conversation."

Mercedes laughed so hard she almost fell over, "what the hell are you doing Tana!"

"Shut up its my experiment, and do what I tell you to do!" Santana grimaced as they walked passed Quinn and Sam and then whispered nudging her, "now laugh, hurry up laugh!"

Santana feigned laughter. Mercedes looked sideways at her friend. She surely didn't need encouragement to laugh, Santana's antics were hilarious enough, "This is so stupid Tana," she laughed incessantly, tears of laughter beckoning.

As soon as they got to the end of the corridor Santana grabbed her by the arm and snickered, "Now we're gonna walk pass again, but this time you are gonna turn and look at them."

Mercedes was tripping over herself with laughter now and then giggled, "Won't they get suspicious with all this walkin up and down the hall?

"Nope, cos ole guppy lips is dumb," Santana grinned.

Mercedes rolled her eyes as Santana pulled her by her arm and shouted, ensuring Sam could hear her, "Oh dam it, I forgot something in my locker!"

Mercedes snickered thinking, Now that was the worst piece of acting I've ever seen!

As they approached Sam and Quinn again, Santana motioned for Mercedes to look at him.

Mercedes looked at him as Sam quickly took Quinn into a deep kiss.

Gross, Mercedes thought as they passed by walking quickly to Santana's locker.

"So what was all that for?!" Mercedes laughed.

Santana opened the locker and pretended she was getting something from it eying Sam and Quinn all the while, then she took some lipstick and began applying it.

"See I told you!" she screeched.

"What?" Mercedes chuckled leaning on the locker next to her, pondering Santana's hilarity.

"Every time you walk pass he watches you and every time you look at him he quickly grabs Quinn and kisses her!" Santana smirked.

Mercedes let out a chortle, "what the hell Tana?!"

"Stop dam well laughing at me, now look at them right now!" Santana demanded.

Mercedes turned and once again Sam was lock jaw with Quinn.

"And so, they kiss all the time who cares," Mercedes looked inquisitively at her friend.

"They only kiss every time you look at them I tell yah, Ive been watching them since Ive been standing here and when you don't look he just stands there, looking dead bored and-"

"Whatever..." Mercedes chuckled, "I haven't got time for this, I'm off to class, that was a stupid experiment. Look Tana, Evans and I can't even agree on anything. He wants to do a country theme, and I want to do Rhythm and Blues. I want to dance and he doesn't. No matter what I say he always does the opposite. I'm going to ask Shue if I can either do the project on my own or find someone else. Sam Evans is just an idiot and he certainly doesn't in the least bit like me!" she huffed, gave Santana a quick wave, then smiled at her best friend, "I wish you enough Tana!" and strolled toward her calculus class.

Santana turned and smiled then walked the opposite way, "I wish you enough too Diva!" As Santana walked passed Sam and Quinn she smirked to herself, "hehehe..." she giggled, "they ain't even kissing, oh I am right, I am soo right, I see you Trouty and you ain't foolin me!" she smirked feeling quite chuffed with herself.

….

"She's such a bitch!" Sam breathed eying Mercedes as she passed himself and Quinn whilst his lips slowly traced Quinn's ivory neck.

"Ah, W-What?" Quinn stammered, "what did you say Sam?"

"Oh nothing, just that you are so lovely and I'm thankful you're not a bitch like some people," he pulled away then began wrapping his arms around Quinn, and eyed his nemeses as she left Santana side and strolled toward her first class. It had been the third time her and Santana had walked passed them. Not that Sam noticed.

Sam truly believed he was sick of seeing Mercedes Jones, not only had they met early that morning prior to school to prepare their project, which was just a waste of precious time. But he also had to prolong his torture by having to sit through an hour of calculus with her immediately after. Sam kissed his girlfriend goodbye and then made his way reluctantly to calculus.

Eying Mercedes perched up in the corner of the room he quickly made his way to the far opposite corner. The further the better, he thought.

After 20 minutes of boring natter from Mrs Hall about the wonders of calculus. Sam was shaken out of his stupor by her loud screech. "Did you hear me Mr Evans? You and Miss Jones have to work on this problem together!"

Sam stared at Mrs Hall in frustration, "W-what? There are like 40 students here and I get Jones?!" He blurted to his teacher. It was as if the hate gods were in cahoots with trying to ruin Sam Evans life.

"Hell Evans…" Mercedes was now walking toward him, "it's not like I'm jumping for joy is it?" She rolled her eyes in disgust and begrudgingly slumped into the chair next to him.

Sam turned toward her, "so what do we have to work out?"

Mercedes groaned, "Do you ever actually listen to anything in class? Your such an idiot!"

"Well you're such a bitch!" He sneered.

"Idiot!"

"Bitch!"

"Stop that immediately you two. You only have 10 minutes to solve this problem and then you are sharing your solution and strategy with the class," Mrs Hall yelled staring disgruntling at the two.

Sam angrily saddled closer to Mercedes and looked at the problem.

"Ok, I think I know the answer already," Sam smiled.

"You think?" Mercedes was surprised, "that was quick."

"Yep…Calculus is my baby. Simple stuff," Sam chuffed.

"You're joking right? She peered at him cautiously.

"Nope," he confidently replied and he began scribbling the solution onto her sheet of paper.

Mercedes was in awe, "I-I didn't know you were t-that good at calculus..." she gaped, "B-but you got a 'C' minus in your last paper!"

"Yeah and you got an 'A' plus," Sam smirked.

"Yeah," she whispered and nodded totally stunned.

"I really like numbers; I just have a few problems with some things though?" He nonchalantly replied, shrugging his shoulders.

"What? Do you need a hand? Would you like me to help you or something? Because you are absolutely amazing," she sat stunned mouth agape. Did that just come from my mouth? she thought throwing her hand to her lips trying to hold her gasp.

Sam immediately felt a shift in their relationship. He felt, what was it? great? Did she just say I was amazing…I can't believe it, he grinned. Sam looked bashfully at Mercedes and could feel his ears turn red and his face heat up. Sam took in Mercedes scent. Dam it she smells so nice he thought. Sam was soon caught up in his reverie as he took in Mercedes long dark locks and those beautiful brown eyes. Stop that! Sam chastised himself. This is 'her'. She's a bitch. What can she teach me about calculus? He thought, she ain't superior, she's nothing. Desperately trying to tear his gaze away from her beautiful brown eyes he willed himself to take an alternative route. And then it just happened he couldn't help himself.

Sam chuckled, "what?!" he smirked, "why would I need your help?! hell, how can YOU help ME with calculus!"

And there it was. All sense of admiration dissipated and was quickly replaced with the familiar air of contempt. Mercedes folded her arms and gritted her teeth. Ruing the words she had spoken previously.

I can't believe I said he was amazing…dam it! she grimaced, feeling like she wanted to throw up.

By now Sam had noticed her persona change from stunned admiration to pure hate.

He quickly shuffled away from Mercedes, feeling the tension build once again. They sat in uncomfortable silence.

After the allocated time had passed Mrs Hall motioned for the students to share their problems.

By the time it came to Sam and Mercedes turn, Mercedes quickly threw up her hand.

"Mrs Hall, I'm not feeling very well, may I be excused?!" She genuinely felt unwell.

Sam glared at Mercedes, "Well you don't look like your under the weather Miss Jones!" He sneered.

"Well I am, something just makes me want to vomit," she stared immediately back at him.

"Well share your problem and then you may go!" Mrs Hall chuffed.

Sam and Mercedes took center stage and Mercedes began to write the problem on the board.

Sam began to write the solution and Mercedes explained to the class the strategies he used to find it.

When they had finished everyone applauded.

Mercedes curtsied and said, "Sam was the one who worked that entire solution out himself. I was just the sad shadow cowering under his branches." She then smiled stepped to the side and motioned to Sam, eagerly applauding.

Sam looked at Mercedes and blushed. Mercedes smiled, turned and exited the room and headed toward the nurses' station.

Sam returned to his seat to the applause of the class.

"Well done Mr Evans!" Mrs Hall smiled and called the next pairing to share their solution.

Sam sat, not taking notice of a word the next pair shared. He sat pondering on what had just happened. I can't believe she did that! he thought. I was a jerk to her…and she just did that?

Sam sat in stunned silence until the end of class.

…

Why?

Mercedes lay on her bed looking at the ceiling fan. She had left school early because she was genuinely sick. Even though she wanted to believe that it was Evans who made her ill, her high temperature and nausea put paid to that. After attending the doctors she was soon informed that she had a stomach infection. She felt like she was going to die. The cool air wafting from the fan above helped ease the heat which enveloped her. Taking her medication Mercedes pondered on her and Sam's altercation during calculus. He is brilliant! she thought, and then quickly grimaced in pain, pain from her now increasing illness and pain from having to admit to Sam's intelligence.

"Why? Why do you hate him so Mercedes Jones," she pondered.

As she closed her eyes falling into a deep sleep the memory of why she hated Sam Evans filled her mind.

3 years previously

Mercedes sat quietly in class watching Will Schuester as he waffled of the brilliance of Beethoven. Mercedes loved Beethoven but listening to Will Schuesters rendition just rubbed her the wrong way. He didn't seem to have a real clue as to the brilliance of Beethoven and Mercedes just wanted to slap this sad excuse for a teacher, silly.

Just then a tall dark young man entered the class. Will Schuester turned around and smiled.

"Everyone..." he chortled, this is Wade, "he will be joining the glee club."

Suddenly a voice rung from behind her, "Mercedes has a clone," the female voice solemnly declared.

Mercedes turned and saw it was Brittany. Brittany was renowned for her weird outbursts, but Mercedes knew she genuinely believed what she said. What irked her was the chuckle that emanated from the young man that sat beside her who was desperately trying to saddle up to Brittany trying to gain her attention.

Mercedes glared at the young blonde man. He smirked at her, turned then ogled Brittany for the remainder of class.

That was strike one.

Strike two came a couple of days later when Wade and Mercedes walked down the hallway discussing their favorite diva of all time. As they walked passed Sam and Brittany, Sam ran up to Wade and tapped him on the shoulder, "um Mercedes..." he said, giggling under his breath, "just wanted to know if you have a date for the prom?"

Mercedes glared at Sam, 'this isn't funny' she thought, but instead of saying a word she grabbed Wades hand and walked off in disgust.

Strike three and the crème Del la crème came at prom. Sam approached Mercedes and snickered, "Unique, I mean Wade…would you like to dance?"

That was it, Mercedes saw red and screamed, "It wasn't funny before and it's NOT funny now!"

Sam mumbled, "I'm only joking jesh Mercedes!" and rolled his eyes.

"So…you think its funny aye? Ok then Sammy, ha ha ha, you are so funny...But it's ok…" she mocked raising her hands in the air and batting her eyelashes, her voice hitching to the 10th degree. She sounded like a blend of Marilyn Munroe and twiddle dumb. "your blonde so all black people look the same to you. So I have to forgive you for your ignorance. How can I expect you to realize how dumb you truly are..oh..." she continued, placing her hand to her mouth feigning dumbness and twirling a lock of hair with her fingers, "that's right because you, Sam Evans, are a basically basic, dumb blonde who doesn't have a clue about anything so you just can't help yourself!"

She then smirked turned and walked away. Santana stood proudly beside Mercedes, glared at Sam and gave him the middle finger salute, then swiftly turned and joined her friend.

Sam's face was red with embarrassment as all who witnessed the altercation smirked and giggled in the background.

Sam walked off and huffed, "bitch!" He thought, "can't take a joke."

…..

Why?

Sam sidestepped Puck and jumped, slam dunking yet another ball into the metal hoop. Sam desperately wanted to know why Mercedes Jones played on his mind. She was always on his mind. From the time he woke up to the time he slept.

Why won't she leave my mind dam it! He gasped.

"Dam it Evans, that's ten in a row, your killing me here," Puck huffed then grimaced sucking in the air and leaning on his thighs.

Sam spun around, sweat pouring off his body, ran his hands through his sweat dampened hair and chuckled, "Yeah got a lot inside that needs getting out!"

"Whoa brother, you and Quinn having troubles?"

"Nah, we're good, just really…I don't know," Sam walked toward his gym bag which sat on the side of the courts, took a swig on his water bottle, grabbed a towel, wiped the sweat from his brow then sat down upon the wooden bench.

Puck grabbed his towel, totally breathless, and then lay down on the hard board floor totally spent.

"Hell Evans, you must be pretty frustrated, that game was just too dam tiring," He groaned, his muscles aching from their impromptu workout.

Sam lay down on the wooden bench and sighed throwing the towel over his face.

Just then Finn entered gym and walked toward them.

"You're a bit late Hudson!" Puck moaned rolling his eyes, "you were spose to be here an hour ago."

"Sorry guys got caught up…but by the look of you two it's a good thing I got here late. You guys look wasted."

"Yeah thanks to Sammy boy over there."

Finn chuckled, then sat down on the floor near Puck, frantically texting on his phone.

Puck opened one eye and looked toward Finn.

"You seem pretty intense there Hudson, Rachel giving you the run around?" Puck chuckled.

Finn never heard a word he said as he continued to text.

"Hey Hudson!" Puck yelled, "hello, "hello!" He mocked waving his towel in front of him.

"Oh,what was that?" Finn raised his head and looked at Puck.

"You ok brother?" Puck inquired.

"Oh um yeah…just…um just texting to see how Cedes is."

Sam and Puck quickly sat up at the mention of Mercedes name.

"W-what wrong with my queen?" Puck grimaced.

"Oh she's ok…" Finn groaned, "she was ill today and had to go home early."

Sam noticeably flinched. He wanted to ask Finn a million questions but restrained himself.

"I'm just trying to text her. Tana said she's ok, but I just wanted to make sure."

"Oh Finn..." Puck laughed as he lay down once again, "you are so in love with Mercedes Jones it's not funny!"

"So are you! so shut up Puck!"

"Yeah but I don't have a girlfriend, you do!"

"Shut up Puck, it's not like that!" Finn frowned.

Puck chuckled and mocked, "it's not like that."

Sam looked at both of them in total shock.

"Guess what Evans..." Puck chortled, "Finn has been in love with my queen since junior high."

"Shut up Puck before you regret it! What are you talking about anyway…you are too. I mean I'm n-not, but you are!" he stammered.

"Yeah, but I don't deny it..." Puck sat up once again, "Everyone knows I've loved her like forever. If she would just agree to go out on just one date with me I could show her my goods," He grinned flexing his muscles.

"I-I didn't know you were in love with Mercy, I mean Mercedes Puck!" Mercy was Sam's secret name for Mercedes, not that he would ever tell anyone.

"Well then you're blind. Everyone in the Glee club is in love with her," he smiled winking at Sam.

"I'm not!" Sam mumbled.

Finn and Puck started to laugh hysterically, rolling around on the wooden floor.

"W-what?" Sam asked honestly.

"You are the worse one!" Finn chuckled.

Sam blushed, realized then spat out, "I do not…I hate her, I hate her, I HATE HER!"

"Love her you mean!" Finn snickered.

Puck looked at Sam like he wanted to kill him, "Don't you EVER say my queen's name and hate in the same sentence!" he glared.

"Well that's just the way I feel!" he huffed then Sam threw his towel at Finn in disgust, "L-love her? whatever!" he chuckled.

Finn wasn't dumb, he had noticed Sam's roving eye upon Mercedes for as long as he could remember, mainly because Finn's eyes were usually on Mercedes Jones. And Finn knew the difference between the look of love and the look of hate because Finn had loved Mercedes Jones since junior high. Finn also knew that Sam had been looking for Mercedes that morning after she had left calculus, only because he was looking for her too and just happened to be at the nurses' station when he overheard Sam's query as to Mercedes whereabouts and her condition. Finn hid when he saw Sam exit the nurses' station.

Finn grimaced looking at his phone, "I can't get her!" and then a smile crossed his face, "I'm gonna call her mom."

"W-what?!" Puck and Sam inquired at the same time.

"I'm gonna call her mom," and began scrolling through his numbers.

"w-why in the hell would you have her number you stalker!" Puck groaned.

"Oh I met Mrs Jones one day and asked her for it," he nonchalantly replied.

"And she gave it?" Puck gaped.

"Yeah, I told her I was one of Mercedes good friends." Finn giggled.

"B-but you hardly speak to her!" Sam grimaced.

"Yeah well she don't know that does she!" Finn chuckled.

"You're a stalker!" Puck growled.

"Just because you never thought of it!" Finn laughed.

"I've got Mercedes number so what are you talking about?" Puck growled. "hang on, how did you gets Cedes number? she hated you for about how many years!"

"She hated him?" Sam interrupted.

"Yeah, he use to tease her, and say these stupid jokes that were clearly racist, so she cut him out for a good 5 years wasn't it Finn? They only started talking about a few months ago." Puck chuckled.

Sam's eyes widened, "w-what?!" Sam gasped.

"Yeah, when you get on the wrong side of my queen, you best be careful," Puck chuckled.

"Well, yeah…I found that out the hard way..." Finn groaned then added, "So I just live in Mercedes dream land knowing that she probably will never truly forgive me for what I did. But at least she talks to me now so I'm kinda livin in hope!" he smiled.

Finn then stood turned to Sam and began to walk toward the gym door and chuckled, "You did the same thing a few years ago aye Evans? no wonder she hates your guts…no way no how will you ever tap her fine ass no matter what." Finn then smiled, gave Sam a wink and pushed the large double doors to exit.

The sound of the metal doors resonated as Finn exited the gym. Puck noticed Sam's dismay.

"Look Evans lets go, you can drop me off at my house, my trucks stuffed and your truck is like a chick magnet. Don't worry about Mercedes, she and I are going to be married so don't waste your time stalking her like Finn. I think he really needs to go to the mad house," he chuckled.

Puck and Sam collected their gear and made their way to Sam's truck in silence, Finns words resonating in Sam's mind. But you don't like her anyway Evans, he convinced himself, So it doesn't matter.

As Puck entered Sam's 2012 Ford F-450 King Ranch, he looked apprehensively at Sam, then started, "you know Evans, I know you say you two don't really get on with Cedes but…anyway…I agree with Finn, I know you have a thing for her don't you?"

Sam shot Puck a look of disgust.

"No hear me out Sam, cos I have to say I really don't like it when you say you hate Cedes and especially when I know you actually don't mean it. I also need you to know that Mercedes and the word hate should never be mentioned in the same sentence around me, cos next time you say that I will seriously whoop your ass. Mercedes Jones is the most wonderful girl I have met. Not only is she beautiful on the outside she is also beautiful on the inside. She was one of the only people down our street that would talk to me when we first moved to Lima when I was five. She makes me feel good. Whoever ends up with her, and I hope it's me, is gonna be one lucky man," Puck smiled

Sam rested his head frustratingly on his steering wheel, looked at Puck and then grimaced, "If I tell you something Puck you cannot repeat it!"

"Ok!" Puck lied.

"Today I went to look for Mercedes after calculus cos she never came back to class and honestly Puck, I don't know why, I was afraid, you know...I really thought I hated her, but I was honestly worried about her. She just riles me up sometimes. We're thinking of getting new partners for our glee project…I thought I wanted to, but...honestly Puck…I don't...I don't want another partner." Sam grimaced closing his eyes. "I agree about how she makes you feel good. She did that today. We had to solve a problem and then present it to the class. She began the presentation, and then at the end she asked everyone to acknowledge me cos I solved it. You know not many people will do that, they will try and take the glory for themselves. No one has ever done that for me, everyone just thinks I'm this dumb blonde, but what she did today, I don't know…people treat me like I'm a dumb hick hill billy blonde."

"Cedes won't," Puck grinned mischievously playing with the dials on Sam's dashboard.

"I know Puck, I mean, what she did at the prom I thought that she thought the same way…but she doesn't, I know that now. But I think she hates me though." Sam ran his hands through his blonde locks.

"Well after your stupid jokes and the prom episode, I'm afraid you're exactly right, however, that's good for me, one less opponent on my list," Puck laughed.

Sam smiled as he drove towards Pucks house. His mind fixed on how to rectify things with Mercedes Jones.

…

Still bewildered at the day's events Sam lay on his bed looking up at his ceiling. As Sam lay there he soon realized that he didn't really know why he hated Mercedes Jones. You hate her Evans, you hate her. She's everything you hate, opinionated, stubborn, annoying as hell, not to mention chubby and her laugh is just the most irritating sound ever on the face of the planet, and you definitely hate her. He convinced himself.

As Sam closed his eyes his mind drifted to days of yesteryear. Suddenly he remembered, Sam remembered his first day at McKinley High School.

4 years previously

Sam walked frustratingly down the halls of McKinley High. Trying to deceiver the instructions for his first class.

"Hey, are you ok?" came a quiet voice from behind him.

Sam turned and came face to face with the most beautiful brown eyes he had ever seen and the most gorgeous smile in the world.

Sam was in a daze and stammered, "I-I...um...I-I'm t-trying to find my first c-class, it's E-English, b-but I-I think I-I'm lost. It's my first d-day here," Sam closed his eyes trying to will away his nerves. He never had problem talking to girls but this time he was stumped. He didn't even know what he had said.

"Let me see that," Mercedes took his paper, as she did so her hand brushed against his, and the electricity that passed between them was intense, Oh m-my lord, I think I'm gonna pass out, Sam trembled.

As the young lady moved closer to him, her scent was intoxicating. It was the most beautiful aroma he had ever known. I need to get away from her! he thought, and stepped backward, trying to distance himself from the girl in front of him.

"Ok, that's easy, your going the wrong way, go back, turn right then you need to go to the second door on your left..." she smiled, "I can take you there if you want? my names Mercedes, Mercedes Jones." She smiled that beautiful smile again.

"O-Oh, um, thanks M-Mercedes..." what a beautiful name, Sam thought, "Um...but, I think I'll find it," he smiled back at her.

"I'm Sam, Sam Evans," Sam smiled and offered her his hand, as once again that familiar electricity enveloped him. Sam was enraptured by her, but these feelings scared him. 'I don't know what the hell this is,' Sam thought, 'I've got to get away from her, I can't have feelings like this, it's not normal!' Sam quickly withdrew his hand and shoved it in his pocket.

"Ok then, Bye Sam, I wish you enough!" Mercedes smiled as she walked away.

"Bye Mercedes..." Sam smiled as they parted ways, then he stopped and turned around, "I wish you enough? what does that mean?" he smiled as he walked backward down the hallway.

"Well Sam...that's my special saying I say to those who are close to me...and since this is your first day...you may need it more than ever," she grinned, facing him.

"I wish you enough...

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.

I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye."

Then she smiled and turned the opposite way making her way to her class and chortled, "I wish you enough Sam Evans, I wish you enough!"

As Sam watched Mercedes veer out of sight Sam was speechless, then looked again at the paper in his hand. Smiling he continued on his classroom quest. "I wish you enough too my angel of Mercy, Miss Mercedes Jones. I wish you enough too."

As Sam began dwindle off to sleep he pondered on his irrational hate for Mercedes Jones. Before he nodded off into dreamland all his feelings of hate began to morph, opinionated became informative, stubborn became focused driven, annoying became can't get enough of her around me, chubby became curvy and stunningly beautiful, and her irritating laugh became the most beautiful sound in the world.

Yeah, Sam Evans hated Mercedes Jones alright. He hated to love her.

ok hope it was ok...thanks so much for reading, sorry about the mistakes...please, please review so I know what to fix. Blessings and Goodness :)